Quotes About Time

Lucien took the cigar and lit it, in the Spanish fashion, from that of the priest. "He is right," Lucien thought; "there is plenty of time to kill myself.

Men are like books, often understood and appreciated too late.

You are going to appear to be something that you are not, and your whole life and success depends upon this? You are about to see a society into which you cannot enter without rushing into expense that you cannot afford, without losing precious time that is needed for your studies. Ah! my dear Eugene, believe your mother, crooked ways cannot lead to great ends.

My sweet, it is this terrible Paris — there's my excuse. What, pray, is yours? Oh! what a whirlpool is society! Didn't I tell you once that in Paris one must be as the Parisians? Society there drives out all sentiment; it lays en embargo on your time; and unless you are very careful, soon eats away your heart altogether.

The greatest mystery about a human being is not his reaction to sex or praise, but the manner in which he contrives to put in twenty-four hours a day. It is this which puzzles the longshoreman about the clerk, the Londoner about the bushman.

I am a member of a fragile species, still new to the earth, the youngest creatures of any scale, here only a few moments as evolutionary time is measured, a juvenile species, a child of a species… in real danger at the moment of leaving behind only a thin layer of our fossils, radioactive at that.

The great secret of doctors, known only to their wives, but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves most things, in fact, are better in the morning.

A multitude of bees can tell the time of day, calculate the geometry of the sun's position, argue about the best location for the next swarm. Bees do a lot of close observing of other bees maybe they know what follows stinging and do it anyway.

The great secret of medicine, known to doctors but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves.

The ideas of a time are like the clothes of a season: they are as arbitrary, as much imposed by some superior will which is seldom explicit. They are utilitarian and political, the instruments of smooth-running government.

Sex is of the same clay as Time! -- of the same clay Since both are in their essence but One-Way Time is the one-way dimension: sex its tart And subtle biological counterpart.

It's long since I've gone to the East Mountains. How many seasons have the tiny roses bloomed? White clouds - unblown - fall apart. In whose court has the bright moon dropped?

All this is gone forever - events, men. everything slips away, like the ceaseless waves of the Yangtze that vanish into the sea.

I felt sad because everyday I had to wake up early to practice before going to school. After school I had to go back to tennis again, and then after tennis I had homework. I didn't have time to play.

No one understands now. Those who could hear a song this deeply vanished long ago.

And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever Has come and gone before I knew.

Time of meeting, time of parting, winds fade and flowers wait. Time drug until we met, even more in parting, Spring winds fade, but the flowers are waiting.

They're sliding around in disguise like gods. It's two in the afternoon. It's four. You can't take these hours apart and repair them. Nothing's wrong with them.

Future Perfect Where you were before you were born, and where you are when you're not anymore might be very close. Might be the same place, though neither is as slippery as being here but imagining where you will have been- that point where things land, are finished, over, and gone but not yet.

Every cliche about kids is true they grow up so quickly, you blink and they're gone, and you have to spend the time with them now. But that's a joy.

My father lived to the age where he attained a deep luster, but never too shiny that you didn't believe him for one minute, may we all understand our own quitting time so well.

La vida parece más bella y efímera que nunca, pues se puede perder en un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

The painter had achieved what we would all like to do: capture time and make it stand still

Sometimes your life changes so slowly and imperceptibly that you don't notice it at all until one day you wake up and think, 'How did I get here?' But other times, life changes in an instant with a lightning stroke of good or bad luck with glorious or tragic consequences.